Chapter 29: Follow the wind

"My lord, do you want to send troops to destroy Ailan Hill first... Bring back all the skills and craftsmen there..." Another officer leaned against Zorn and suggested harshly.

Zorn smiled and waved his hand, and said: "That small country, it's not worth our start so early. Anyway, he pays 50,000 gold coins every year in tax tribute, can he still run away?"

"Being a human, don't be petty. When you see someone else has something good, you immediately want to grab it." He looked at his subordinate from the corner of his eye, and seemed to have the intention to cultivate it: "You have to look in the long run! Think about it. Think about the impact of making a choice."

As he said, he slapped this subordinate's shoulder twice with his hand: "For a cooperating person like Grand Duke Ailan Hill, it should be a matter of staying with him for a few years. After all, someone who knows each other like him, Not much now."

"First, we must set an example for other lords, let them know that obedient people, our Arante Empire, can give them a little bit of benefit." Zorn said this, and he felt a sense of life and death in his heart: "Secondly, people only offer treasures, so you go to grab their family property, what about our reputation?"

"I see, sir." The man lowered his head and looked like he had been taught. For people like him, sometimes revealing their own stupidity to bring out the cleverness of their grown-ups, that is also a very useful flattering technique: "Then let's forget it?"

"When we come back from the south, we will find another reason to look for the bad luck of Ailan Hill." Zorn said confidently: "At that time, there will be a hundred thousand army and thousands of cannons, let the Grand Duke Ailan Hill have a look. What is the heritage of a great country!"

"My lord is wise!" This time, the flattering was in place, and the subordinate took two steps back and followed General Zorn.

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"This is really the background of industry." Seeing everything in front of him, Desaier said to his entourage a little bit dumbfounded.

He came this time to make the matter of Ailan Hill's occupation of the fort become smoother. In fact, there is no secret, nothing more than sending things.

"Slow down, slow down! Everyone has it! Everyone has it!" An official in charge of comforting the civilians in Tubao was shouting loudly in the crowd at this moment.

And his feet were piled up with cloth from Ailan Hill. Every resident of Tubao can receive this kind of cloth as long as he has obtained the certificate of Ailan Hill, without any exception.

At the same time, there are a variety of small things, such as soap produced in the Ailan Hill workshop, and matches produced in the Meyn factory. In short, these things are all converted into pensions and distributed. In the hands of every Tubao resident.

The wounds caused by the war soon healed as before, and every Tubao person has become accustomed to this situation. Tubao and the steppe empire have some friction every year, and every year a group of cavalry die in Tubao.

Because of this, after occupying the castle, they did not burn and kill the looted Alanhill troops, and were not rejected by the natives. Life continued, and no one paid attention to the side of Alanhill rising from the top of the castle. Black golden eagle king flag.

"Do I have it too? Excuse me, do I have it too?" A woman waved the Ailan Hill household registration certificate in her hand and was squeezed into the crowd.

Next to her, an old woman shoved the woman in disgust, and cursed very unhappily: "Go away, your husband was killed by the soldiers of Ailan Hill, why do you still have the face to lead? What did someone send?"

The woman begged for something with a sad face, but was overwhelmed by the noise. But she still stubbornly held up her household registration certificate, seemingly unwilling to leave like this.

"Let the guards maintain order here! The woman should also be given in sufficient quantities." Desaier ordered the guards next to him, and pointed to the women who were struggling with helplessness in the crowd: "Let them Line up! Don't be so messy!"

Soon, more than a dozen Ellen Hill soldiers joined the pushing crowd. Seeing the arrival of these soldiers wearing long swords, everyone subconsciously stopped the crowding. After a while, a long line was lined up, and the scene was restored to order.

Because of the orderly relationship, every household register holder can receive the materials that belong to them. Once there was a stamped and formed vessel and various small objects... Everyone had a smile on their faces when they left, and it seemed that Ailan Hill's call was not a bad thing for them.

Before, the life of mortals was very difficult. Because Tubao also pays taxes, the people here are also fully exploited. Now they have a new life, which makes them very satisfied.

Sometimes people are like this. When life becomes very difficult, a box of matches, a bar of soap, and a simple little mirror will make them happy.

For Ailan Hill, these produced things are too cheap, so cheap that people want to cry. Using these things in exchange for the support of the people is much more effective than issuing silver and gold coins.

What's more... Dessel also knew that Chris would still have to issue coins later. It seems that every civilian in Ailan Hill will receive a silver coin of war benefits after the victory of the war. This seems to be a rule, a rule that makes people quite a headache.

The current population of Ailan Hill is not too small, because of the annexation of the Tubao, their population base has now exceeded 500,000. If you count the homeless people attracted by food and other benefits, the population has even approached one million.

With so many people, every time they win a war, they have to pay a dividend...It is estimated that if they win another time, they may have to allocate 100,000 gold coins. It's not that Desaier feels that it is a lot to buy people's hearts with 100,000 gold coins. What he fears is that when the next population exceeds 10 million or even 100 million, he has no money to give...

"5 meters of cloth for everyone! This Grand Duke Ailan Hill is really generous..." An old man walked out of the crowd excitedly holding a roll of gray cloth, with a satisfied smile on his face.

I heard that there are countless opportunities for work in the Principality of Ailan Hill, and the people will not be hungry. In the past, Lord Lords controlled migration. Now Lord Lord is dead, and no one cares about this kind of things anymore. Then if you go to Ailan Hill to try your luck, maybe you can really find a bowl of rice to eat...

Everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts. Those families whose husbands and sons have died, and because of unexpected compensation, have become better to speak. The so-called cannibal hand is short, after taking Chris' money, people subconsciously transferred their hatred to the ignorant lord Dongbulan who resisted Ailan Hill.

Anyway, people are already dead, so there is no way for everyone to vent their hatred, and everything will become impossible. These small territories have no concept of a country, and they have been in a state of being forced to split for a long time, so it is only a matter of time to be reunited by Ailan Hill.

"If we continue to fight like this, our expenses are really less." Although almost 100,000 gold coins were allocated, Desaier did the calculations casually. In the past year, the coal mines purchased from Tubao still contained steel. It's almost worth 150,000 gold coins.

The money was originally earned by Dongbulan’s skillful fame, but now it flew back to Ailan Hill’s vault as if it had grown wings: most of the gold coins pitted by Dongbulan were piled in the mound. In the castle vault.

As a result, Dongbulan was killed unexpectedly during the battle, and Tubao’s gold coins returned to Chris’s bag. Because Chris’s advancement speed was too fast, the troops from the two territories of North County and the Banehai had not had time to gather. The fort died.

Chris also refreshed his own annexation speed record this time: before the opponent's ally support was in place, he laid a territory. Such an attack speed seems to have never appeared in the history of mortal warfare.

"Don't worry, we have sent a messenger... If nothing happens, the timid North County will probably surrender this time." Desaier looked at the woman who was leaving with the cloth and other things on her face. Can't hide his smile.

The woman's husband died under the gun of the Ailan Hill grenadier, but she didn't have much hatred for Ai Lan Hill who fell from the sky. If Ailan Hill can quickly accumulate his own territory in this way, then this duchy will soon have the strength to compete with other empires.

Desaier knew the lord of the North County and had a lot of dealings while doing business. Dessier couldn't be more clear about the virtue of the opponent. It was really a strange thing that came and went, and that was the kind of thing that could survive until now was the ability to subdue such a thing.

As long as he doesn't move his position, he will agree to whatever you say to him... This is the power of the Lord of North County. It is precisely because of this that the lord has given the nickname "Lord with the Wind".

However, the good days of the Wind-Lord may be regarded as the end. As Grand Duke Ailan Hill, what Chris wants is absolute control of the North County, so it is unlikely to give this Wind-Lord a meeting.

When the Ailan Hill grenadier arrives, it is estimated that this lord will not even have a chance to escape, so he can only capture with his hands and surrender his territory.

Thinking of this, Desaier stood up, turned his head and left the distribution point of soothing supplies. As he walked, he thought to himself: "It's the end! At last there is a vast sea, and the surrounding territories are all under the rule of Ailan Hill!"